Three-eyed evil king of the pirate king

The master of the Isshin Dojo, Mr. Koushiro, actually rarely teaches his disciples personally. At most, he gives occasional guidance. Therefore, even Zoro, who has lived in the dojo for many years, has never seen Koushiro holding a sword. The appearance of taking action.

Koushiro's strength has always been a mystery...

In front of him, Koushiro seemed to attack at random, and the direction of the attack was in an empty place. However, for some reason, Karl felt that his life was under a strong threat, and his intuition and knowledge kept warning him. Under this intense pressure, Carl could only open his third eye.

Suddenly, the world in Carl's eyes completely changed a color.

All objects, whether they are trees, houses, rocks, or people wielding swords, seem to have turned into pure colors.

In Karl's eyes, Koushiro's appearance was no longer clearly visible at this time, only a black mass symbolizing ominousness.

This black mass was extremely pure, and it was difficult for Karl to find any flaws in it for a while.

In Karl's eyes, the famous sword "Qiushui" also turned into a ball of pure color, a ball of purple that was almost the same as black.

Although black and purple are not much different, they are two different colors after all. According to Karl's experience, if the two do not blend into one color, it means that Koushiro does not fully control "Autumn Water", so it should be , there must be a flaw here.

Pulling out the "Black Kiri", Carl's eyes flashed, and a blade of energy flew towards Koushiro's wrist.

In Karl's eyes, this is the intersection of two colors, with a faint "red" indicating flaws.

The surprise in Koushiro's eyes also flashed away. Facing Karl's attack, he just calmly held the "Akisui" in front of him, and the sword energy fell on the edge of the "Akisui" without causing any harm to Koushiro.

"You can find my flaws so quickly. It seems that your talent is higher than I thought." Koushiro put away the knife and praised without hesitation.

Karl shook his head, and just as he was about to speak, he felt dizzy, and his eyes went dark.

Well, this is a symptom of overexertion, just take a little rest.

Naturally, Carl's state could not escape Koushiro's eyes. Koushiro seemed to have asked unintentionally: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's just hypoglycemia, an old problem." Karl smiled and directly dropped the topic.

Koushiro did not dwell too much on this issue, but said, "Wait for me for a moment." Then he turned and entered the inner room.

Koushiro did not keep Karl waiting for too long, and soon came out with a booklet without a cover.

Looking at the booklet without a cover in Koushiro's hand, Karl couldn't help but be a little confused. After all, it didn't matter that the booklet didn't have a cover name. The key point was that it was in tatters, and there were even some signs of bites on the corners...

How should I put it? It looked like it had been eaten by a wild dog.

Koushiro handed the booklet to Karl. Karl took the booklet and did not read the contents directly. Instead, he looked at Koushiro with some confusion.

Seeing this, Koushiro smiled helplessly: "Everyone has his own fighting style. Unfortunately, my fighting style is different from the fighting style you want to learn, so at most I can only meet you when you meet me." When there is a bottleneck, I will analyze the problem for you, but I cannot give you personal guidance.

This booklet in your hand was written by one of my ancestors. He was the undisputed greatest swordsman in his era, but what made him famous was not his swordsmanship, but his fighting. Style, it is said that anyone who can survive ten moves in his hands is a world-famous master. "

Carl raised his brows slightly when he heard this. He did not doubt that Koushiro was exaggerating. What made Carl even more curious was that if this manual was really written by a top swordsman, why would the appearance of this manual be so tattered?

But Karl didn't ask any more questions after all. He thanked Koushiro, then took the booklet and prepared to go back to his room to study it carefully.

After returning to the room, Karl was inexplicably excited. After all, the book in his hand was written by the former number one swordsman, so the skills and insights contained in it were absolutely valuable to any swordsman. It is a priceless treasure.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Karl finally opened this slightly worn "secret book".

……

After reading the secret book in one breath, Karl let out a long sigh. It was unclear whether it was disappointment or some other emotion in his voice.

Rather than saying that I have finished reading it, it is better to say that I just flipped through it.

As for the content inside, if it sounds good, it means I haven’t fully understood it; if it sounds bad, I mean I haven’t understood it.

Why don't you understand?

If the historical text can only be deciphered by Robin due to the special nature of the text, then probably no one except the deceased author can understand the text in this booklet, right?

Only now did Karl roughly understand why such a precious book was so unpopular.

Fortunately, Carl's psychological tolerance is really good. Although I feel that I was played by Geng Shiro, I didn't mean to find the other party's account.

The key is still not being able to defeat others.

"Think about it carefully, Gengshiro always shows an elegant atmosphere at all times, which is definitely inseparable from a good family style. Maybe it is an illiterate? Even if you are indeed illiterate, you have to leave a kendo experience for future generations. How can it make people write on behalf of them? How can I write such a thing that no one can understand? "Carl felt that things were not so simple. I don't know why. Looking at the panking in his hand, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

Carefully tearing off the last page of the booklet, Karl found a source of water and tried to put the paper in gently.

Karl: "...It seems to be of no use."

Looking at the paper that seemed to be about to break, Karl quickly picked it up and waited for it to dry. Then he found a fire source and tried to bake the paper on the fire.

The middle of the paper gradually turned black, and it seemed as if writing was about to appear. Karl couldn't help but become a little excited, holding his breath, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Then, the entire paper was burned to ashes.

……

Well, in this case, even Karl couldn't help but feel like he couldn't breathe.

If this bite is not vented, Carl feels that he will not feel too good one day in the next day.

So Carl found the green algae head.

Although Sauron's two knives were damaged by Carl, Sauron still did not give up the road of three swords, and still took three bamboo swords to exercise.

Seeing Karl, Sauron stopped training. There was no hatred in his eyes, but more vigilance.

"Come and fight me with a bamboo sword!" Karl said.

Competing with strong men is Sauron's favorite thing to do. Faced with Karl's proposal, Sauron agreed without hesitation.

So, after about half an hour, Sauron fainted with a bruised nose and face, while Karl looked much more relaxed, with a smile on his lips, and went back happily.

Returning to his room, Karl took out the unknown booklet again and turned on the autism mode.

But the dragon-like handwriting really made it difficult for Karl to understand what words the author wrote and what he wanted to express.

Karl looked at the ceiling, vaguely feeling that he had caught something.

Thinking about it, Karl tried to write a word on the ground, not a word he knew, but to write down his feelings about the way of the sword.

After finishing writing, Karl discovered that he didn't know what he wrote, but he didn't know if it was because of what he wrote, but Karl could actually feel the swordsmanship contained in the handwriting.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Karl was full of confidence again.